And They Dance - A Poem

The tall trees sway.
Underneath, children play,
sing songs in the shade,
prance around the glade.

The happy breeze blows,
and only God knows
what will be, or not;
they give it no thought.

They dance and laugh
while the daylight lasts.

Thanks for reading! It was quite rude of me to originally forget my thanks line. Thanks to @geekorner for talking with me a lot about a few lines here. In the end, a small change was made that made it a lot better, though he did think some bigger changes were needed.

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